- Shall I help? - Well, you can.
- You don't need these, do you? - No.
Because they control the pigs.
Are you annoyed we've given Yew Tree Farm to Mr Mason?
I'm annoyed you fixed it while I was in London.
But, no, he's a good man. And I hear pigs are his speciality.
No wonder you were convinced. Heh.
So now that you've settled in, have you decided on your next task?
You haven't done much with the repair shop while I was away
so I'll start with that.
I have an idea to put it on the edge of the estate with access to the village.
- For passing trade? - Why not?
Is Papa ready for that?
Hmm. You must be gentle with him.
When's Mr Mason move in?
His equipments already there. And the Drewes leave on Wednesday.
- So there's no point in waiting. - What about his old farm?
Mr Henderson's taken over the land.
He's going to move his uncle into the house, good may it do him.
There's no need for bitterness now. Things have worked out well.
- You're right. - Ooh. I tell you what.
Why don't we go over that day?
We'll take a picnic tea and lend him a hand.
I could come, too. Another pair of hands.
And very welcome, I have no doubt.
- Good news? - Oh.
It's a friend who's going to be in London. He wants to meet up.
- He? - It's nothing like that.
It's Bertie Pelham, the agent from Brancaster Castle.
I remember him. He shot with us.
And he helped get the magazine out during my night of terror.
The Dowager Countess.
Hello, Granny. What are you doing here?
My dear, lam in need of a favour.
Is Cora about?
No, she's got some charity thing in the village.
Oh, good.
- Why don't I like the sound of that? - I'll leave.
The Minister of Health is paying us a visit.
- Mr Chamberlain? I don't think so. - Now, listen.
He's on an inspection tour of the north.
He wants to see what's been happening since the war.
- Seems very sensible. - And I want him to come here.
I want him to listen to our arguments
against the York Hospital's plans.
- Mama, what is the point? - Don't be jejune. You know very well.
One word from Westminster, and the scheme would be abandoned.
But why would he say the word, and why would he ever come to Downton?
Neville Chamberlain's wife
was born Anne de Vere Cole.
- Guess who was her godfather. - You guess for me.
Your late Papa.
The sixth Earl of Grantham.
He and her father served in the Crimea when they were young.
I have known her since she was born.
I admit I'm quite interested, but when it comes to getting him here
I would say you have no more chance than a cat in hell without claws.
We'll see.
Mr Carson suggested we might have dinner in our cottage tonight.
So I thought I'd ask your advice.
- Oh. ls this going to be a regular thing? - I don't think so. Once in a while.
There's paté left over and some chops. I'll make up a basket.
- Would you? Oh, that would be so kind. - When did you last cook?
I've done the odd thing...
Oh. Well, of course, heh, as we all know, anyone can cook.
Don't be like that.
It's not my idea.
- But it might be nice. Ha-ha. - Mrs Patmore's just jealous.
I'm sure she's not. But I would be grateful for the basket.
Well, maybe I am.
- I nearly forgot. That chap, Henry...? - Talbot?
Exactly. He telephoned while you were out.
He's going to be in Yorkshire on Wednesday to look at the car,
and he wants you to watch him doing it.
To watch him looking at a car?
Not quite. He's driving it round some track nearby
- at Catterick. - Testing it, seeing how it handles.
I can take you, if you like.
- Would you? - I'd like to see it.
- How about you? - I'll be in London on Wednesday.
- Edith has a date. - No, I don't.
- Of course not. - What do you mean?
Dr Clarkson seems to be coming round.
Isobel's bringing him for a drink with Dickie Merton.
That's why Mama paid her visit.
- When? What did she want? - Neville Chamberlain is coming north.
She wants him to dine here, so she can convince him to support her.
If he's on a tour, it'll be too late lo alter his schedule.
That's what I said.
She seems to think she can persuade him.
Is it wrong to hope she's mistaken?
Anything interesting?
It's Sergeant Willis
saying he'll collect me on Wednesday at 9 to go into York, for the trial.
- Would you like me to come too? - Could you get time off?
I could ask. You shouldn't have to go to the trial alone.
- What trial? - Miss Baxter has been called to be
a witness on Wednesday. I want to go along,
- keep her company. - I think you should.
- Mr Carson will understand. - I'm only a character witness.
Character witnesses can make all the difference.
Why do they want you to testify?
There's a man being tried for theft and I...
- I knew him once. - Will your words affect the outcome?
- Possibly. - You must think about it carefully.
She has thought about it, Mr Bates, very carefully.
- Where were you? - I'm sorry, Mr Barrow.
It was coffee for the family, so Andy could manage.
He could. But it's for me to say, not you.
I'm going into the village. Do you want to come?
- Thanks, but no thanks. - I thought you need some things.
Nothing urgent. Right.
- Is that it'? - Uh, yes.
- I'm glad to see you again, Dickie. - Very good to be here.
- But it's only about the row. - Never mind that.
We've brought Dr Clarkson with us because there's something that you,
- or at any rate Cora, will want to hear. - Do I detect that you're changing sides?
- Uh, maybe. - Have you told my mother?
Poor man. If he's changing his mind, don't let's put him off.
That reminds me. I have a message from her.
She says that the Health Minister is happy to dine here this Friday.
What? How did she manage that?
She must have found a way to blackmail him.
- You don't mean that. - I wouldn't put it past her.
If she's convinced him to come here, she can make him condemn the scheme.
Well, she mustn't.
And I want the three of you here to support me.
Aye, aye, captain.
Is Mr Barrow getting on your nerves?
- Only earlier, you seemed to... - No.
- It's not that. - He only means to be friendly.
I know. He was good to me when I first arrived.
So, what is it, then?
Well...
Since I've come, I've got to know a bit more about him.
I don't like to say with a lady present.
We both know Mr Barrow pretty well.
The point is, I wouldn't wanna give him wrong ideas.
- I'm not sure that's fair. - Fair or not,
I think it's better if he knows what's what. I bear him no ill will, mind.
- We are what we are. - Isn't that the truth?
My compliments to the chef.
Who is Mrs Patmore, not me.
What was Mr Molesley asking?
He wants to accompany Miss Baxter into York on Wednesday morning.
- Apparently, you've said she can go. - I have, yes.
- Will you let him? - I don't see why not.
- What's it for'? - Sergeant Willis needs her help.
Sergeant Willis again?
Do other butlers have to contend with the police arriving every ten minutes?
Not often. Now, are you ready?
Ah.
Aha, ha.
- Are...? Are these done enough? - Yes.
Shall I fetch the vegetables?
This plane's cold, which is a pity.
- Here. - Ah. What's this?
What do you think? Bubble and squeak.
As a vegetable with lamb?
I like it with lamb.
Well, we mustn't let it get cold.
Ah. This knife could do with sharpening.
All settled in for the night?
She is, but she won't sleep a wink.
She's too annoyed, and I don't blame her.
- What's happened now? - She says Dr Clarkson
has only planned to throw her over for Mrs Crawley.
- She's seen it coming. - What do you mean?
He doesn't want to support her ladyship anymore.
What cheek.
Don't go working yourself up.
Heh. Who does he think he is?
Jumped up little saw-bones!
I should steer clear.
Heh. No doubt.
But you and I don't think alike, do we, Mr Spratt?
On this or any other subject.
I'll wish you good night.
- When's your train? - Nine.
Is this another magazine crisis?
No, but I am interviewing possible editors.
- Women? - Women.
Well, I approve. Good luck with that.
- Then, who's the date with? - It's not a date.
It's just a friend, as I keep saying.
What are you up to? Haven't you got same plan with a racing car?
Later. We're looking for a site for the repair shop.
- We'll go over to Catterick after lunch. - I want to look on Mason before we do.
- He's moving in. - As long as the pigs are settled.
You joke, but I am concerned. I've asked him to take over.
But pig-keeping needs physical strength, now I think of it.
You're right. They're strong, can be dangerous.
- Ask him if he's up to it. - I think I must.
A day of cars and pigs. Who could better that?
Who's dining at home this time?
Nobody. It's to welcome Daisy's Mr Mason. He's moving in today.
Wish him well from me.
And I hope he gets more fun out of his hamper than Mr Carson did.
- Why? What was the matter with it? - Nothing was the matter
except for the fact
that I don't seem to cook like his mother.
Ooh. Oh, I think the correct response is to say, "Men!" And sigh.
What's this?
Don't mind us. How can I help?
- Miss Baxter is expecting me. - Daisy, run and fetch her.
Look after Miss Baxter, sergeant.
- She's in a very frail frame of mind. - I'll do my best.
But we're after a nasty fish and he's bound to thresh about.
- And we'll get caught in the spray? - Good luck, love.
If we put the gate here, you'd be on a lane that links with the main road.
Get power and plumbing from the supply at King's Barrow.
Why don't we put the repair shed there?
King's Barrow is a working farm.
There's no spare farmyard as accessible as here.
We ought to look at the costs.
- It's good of you to come with me today. - Glad to.
- But he won't want me there. - Nonsense.
You have far more in common with him than I do.
Is it serious?
He's attractive and nice.
And it's good to remember I'm a young-ish woman again.
- But that's all. - Young-ish?
I don't mean to sound snobbish.
But I won't marry down.
Was Mr Matthew Crawley so very special in that way?
Matthew was the heir to the earldom and estate.
I don't want to be grander than my husband, or richer.
It may surprise you, but I agree it's important to be balanced.
That one should not be far stronger than the other.
I just don't think it has much to do with money or position.
Is that how you felt about Sybil?
To all of you, she had everything, and I had nothing.
She was a great lady, and I, the man that drove the cars.
But that wasn't true for us.
We were evenly matched, Sybil and I.
She was strong in her beliefs. So was I.
We were a marriage of equals.
We were very' “EFF?-
I think we see that now.
The family, I mean.
Not at first, you're right.
But now.
- Good day to you. - Good day?
I wonder you've got the nerve to speak to me.
- I beg your pardon? - Throwing over my lady
when she's been running this village since you were eating
porridge in the glen with your mammy.
I don't believe I'm required to justify my actions.
Because you can't. Tell me.
Would you call it
gratitude?
- Because I'd call it treason. - Would you?
Well, I call it impertinence
to a degree that is not acceptable.
And I'm afraid you haven't heard the last of it.
Well, you look very chirpy.
Oh, I think we'll have fun.
Besides, I've had some news.
They've nearly finished the work on my house.
- Oh. That was quick. - Was it? It doesn't feel very quick.
But it's almost done.
- Now, you just have to find customers. - But it's exciting, isn't it? Heh-heh.
- Did you hear? - That he changed his plea? Yes.
I was in court. I've only just come out.
I expect when he heard you'd turned up, he must've known it was pointless.
So I've been spared.
- How do you feel? - In one way, I'm relieved, of course.
The newspapers won't find me, and there'll be no repercussions.
- But? - I suppose I'd worked myself up
into facing him across the courtroom, this man who ruined my life
and now it feels a bit
anticlimactic.
Shall I go back in
and ask him to plead not guilty, after all?
No, thank you.
We should leave. Sergeant Willis is fetching the car.
Thank you.
It does me good to see a friendly woman bustling about a kitchen.
I've got tea for all of us
and a snack for you later on.
- You're an angel of mercy. - Are we interrupting?
Not a bit of it, milady. You're very welcome here.
We just wanted to look in to see how you were doing.
Daisy can tell you where to find our office.
Daisy will be a great help to me.
We wanted to discuss the pigs.
- Shall we go outside? - We can talk here, milady.
- There's nothing private about it. - Very well.
Of course, I understand you have a lot of experience.
A great deal. I'm top at pigs.
But Lady Mary is a little worried about the physical side.
Prizing a boar off a sow or taking piglets from their mother.
Is this because I'm older than I was?
Of course, you may have already chosen a farm hand to help?
We've discussed it, Mr Mason and I.
He'll give me warning when there's a strong arm
- and I'll walk from the house. - You'll be there for servicing
- and the separating? - We'll plan it round
when Mr Carson can release me.
- It's not every day. - That's good of you, Andrew.
I wanna train in the care of pigs, milady.
I wanna learn as much as I can about farming.
Oh, I see. Well, good.
That seems to settle it.
We must go. We're on our way to Catterick, and we're late.
- We hope you'll be very happy. - Thank you.
Well, I do wanna train.
I do wanna learn.
It were no word of a lie.
Why does Lord Hexham spend so much time in Tangiers?
I suppose he likes it there.
If I had Brancaster Castle, I'm not sure I'd ever want ta leave.
I agree. He's not really a country type.
More arty than sporty, if you know what I mean.
- He doesn't hunt or shoot? - Hardly.
- He paints. - What does he paint?
The young men of Tangiers mainly.
You know, scenes of local life.
And he's never wanted to marry?
I wouldn't quite say that.
It's been understood he and his cousin, Adela Graham, will marry eventually.
Understood by whom?
Well, the two sets of parents.
How romantic.
But you like him?
You wouldn't ever want to find something else to do?
I'd hate to leave Brancaster.
And I'm very fond of Cousin Peter, even if he isn't a countryman.
He hasn't a nasty bone in his body.
What are we doing this evening?
Have I got your evening too?
Come to my flat for a drink, I'll show it to you.
Then, we can go somewhere else.
- You choose. - Racy plan.
Heh. Not as racy as all that, worse luck.
But I'd like your opinion.
And you shall have it.
Charlie's going to beat him again. It infuriates him.
Mr Rogers is a good driver.
I know, but they take such risks.
I hate it. I just hate it.
No such thing as slow racing.
- Even so. - There's no such thing as safe love.
Real love means giving someone the power to hurt you.
Which I won't concede easily.
She went well.
She's perfect, Charles. Don't change a thing. Ah!
I think I started after you.
Ha-ha. You're a bad loser.
- Well? - How fast.
- That is the general idea. - It looks like she handles well.
- Will you take it to Brooklands? - And other tracks.
I've found my new car. What do you say?
Well, she must be good to beat me.
- If you did. - I did, and I will again.
Then, we must celebrate.
There's a pub at Catterick.
Uh, not for me, I'm afraid. I have to go home.
- Let's go anyway. - Okay. Just let me get changed.
Help him to enjoy it. You don't have to marry him.
But you do have to let him enjoy this moment.
- You not nervous? - No. I'm looking forward to it.
We'll make a pig man of you yet. I'll lend you books when we go inside.
- Books? - On pig breeding and care.
You need to know the theory of it.
You'll be glad of the knowledge. Ll makes the work more logical.
Well, then.
- We'll be in touch. - Thank you.
- How many more? - Just one.
- Miss Edmunds. - Send her in.
If you'd like to go in now.
Please, sit down.
I've been reading about your many achievements.
Oh. I see you were born in '92.
I know I might seem too young to be an editor, but I have experience.
I was just going to say we were born in the same year.
Have you seen a copy of our latest edition?
I produced it, actually.
Our editor had left, so it was down to me and the rest of the office.
And during one horror-filled night, we did it.
- Then, are you sure you need me? - I am.
But I have at least proved you're old enough to be an editor.
Because I was.
1892 seems a million years ago now.
Another time, another age.
That might be worth exploring.
Victorian babies grown into modern women.
And the price they've paid.
Oh, thank you, Audrey.
Mmm. This is something like it.
- I think you'll do well here. - So do I.
And you know what I wish? That our Daisy would live here.
You can still work at the big house. But make a home with me.
- I don't know. - What is it?
- A 20-minute walk? What's that? - I have to think about it.
I wouldn't have to think long. This place is heaven.
You never set foot off a pavement for 18 years.
And now it's all harvests and pig-farming.
Well, not everyone's right for what they're born to.
Very true. These are the books I spoke of.
You'll learn most from the work, I know.
But, uh, they'll give you a grounding
- if you're serious. - I am.
Now, what else can I give you?
Another cup of tea? Why not?
Don't mind if I do.
Hm.
I'm afraid Mummy
and Daddy and Aunt Edith are all away.
So you must make do with Granny and Dank.
Is Granny Violet a Red Indian?
- Why on earth do you say that? - Nanny said she was on the warpath.
Come and look at these books I've put out for you.
These are some of the places Donk and I have visited.
Chamberlain's office rang to confirm that he is dining here en Friday.
- I wish he weren't. - But you'll line up the opposition?
Certainly. I already have.
What a nuisance it is.
- Mama is not a good loser. - She's had so little experience.
You couldn't just back off and let the cards fall as they may?
Robert, for 30 years, I've striven to let your mother have her own way.
But this is too important. I appreciate that her motives are honourable,
but that's not enough when she's damaging people's lives.
Oh.
We can cancel if I'm allowed to say you're ill.
I'm not ill enough, and she'd only rearrange it.
She can get Chamberlain to do whatever she wants,
though heaven knows why.
- What's this? - That's the Sphinx, darling.
- In Egypt. - What?
The Sphinx.
A creature of secrets that she never reveals.
Rather like Granny Violet.
Hmm.
- What time will you get there? - Mm?
- On Friday? - Well, not much before 8.
I want to be in possession of the room by the time Mr Chamberlain arrives.
Oh, dear.
- Bad news? - Oh, dear.
I wouldn't have brought it if I'd known.
Spratt, would you ask Denker to come up here please?
Of course, milady.
You're quite agitated.
Denker has disgraced herself.
- Well, how distressing for you. - It's not that so much.
But it means I shall have to find a new maid.
Yes. I see. A real punishment.
- Milady'? - Ls it true
- you called Dr Clarkson a traitor? - What'?
Surely not, Denker?
I just thought he'd behaved very badly towards your ladyship.
It is not your place even to have opinions of my acquaintance.
- Let alone express them. - He can't claim your friendship now.
Not when he's turned against you.
If I withdrew my friendship
from everyone who had spoken ill of me,
my address book would be empty.
- Yes, but surely... - For a lady's maid
to insult a physician in the open street?
You've read too many novels, Denker.
- You've seen too many moving pictures. - I was sticking up for you.
And for that, I will write a tepid character,
which may enable you to find employment elsewhere.
But from this house, you must go, forthwith.
- But, my lady... - You may stay tonight,
but you must go tomorrow. Go.
Are you sure? I can't believe Dr Clarkson
- could wish her to lose her position. - Then, he shouldn't have sent it!
When we unleash the dogs of war, we must go where they take us.
Sorry about that. There was rather a queue.
- It's popular. Good sign. - Oh, you don't know the place?
You'll laugh at me, but I've hardly ever been in a pub.
Matthew wash”: a pub man, and Papa goes into the Grantham firms
about once a year to drink with the tenants.
Well, I'm afraid my life is an altogether rougher affair.
Consider me warned.
So the car's a success?
Well, I wasn't convinced it would be, but it is.
- You must have a go sometime. - I hope that's a real offer.
I didn't realise you were so keen, Tom. Blast. You could have driven her today.
You know I came Downton as the chauffeur?
Oh, Mary told me. But then, not every chauffeur
- has a real love for cars. - That's true.
I'll tell you who was talking about you. Evelyn Napier.
- Oh, how is he? - He's well.
Still single, of course, and I suspect still pining for you.
He will pine in vain, but I'm very fond of him.
What does that mean?
It means Lady Mary knows what she's about.
Next time you're down south, why don't we all have dinner.
- I'd love that. - You are funny.
- What do you mean? - The way you make reasons to meet.
You to watch him drive, you to dine with a friend.
Why can't you just say, "I'd love to spend more time with you."
- "When can we do it?" - You see?
He may have assimilated in some ways, but he still fights playing by the rules.
- What are those? - Oh. I didn't hear you come in.
Mr Mason's lent me some books on pig-rearing and farming generally.
- I'm gonna help with the pigs. - Ah, I see. Which will you start with?
The red one, I think.
The red one. Who's it by?
"F J Connell."
- Does that mean anything to you? - Not a lot.
This must be the most sophisticated room I've ever been in.
The taste is all Michael's. He was very artistic and very clever.
- So are you going to live here? - I think I'll live here more.
I'd like a life away from Downton.
Because you like London?
Well, the house, the estate, are all Mary's now,
more than Papa realises.
It's time for me to strike out in my own direction,
not just dawdle in Mary's wake.
When do you go home this time?
Tomorrow. My work is done here.
I've found my new editor,
and we've got a government minister coming for dinner on Friday.
- So we're all on parade. Heh. - That's very swanky.
- Is your father political? - Not at all.
- My grandmother invited him. - How impressive.
She is rather. Shall we go?
I love the Café de Paris. How did you know to choose it'?
I knew we'd love the same things.
God, what a relief. I thought I might be pushing my luck.
Oh, no.
- You've guessed how much I like you. - You don't know me.
I know you enough to think about you all the time when we're apart.
That's very sweet.
Of course, I haven't much to offer.
You have a great deal to offer, and I'm not sure I'm worthy of it.
But for now, let's just enjoy a good dinner and some dancing.
No arguments here.
- So it was a good day? - Oh, yes.
A happy ending to a trying time for the poor man.
- Daisy fought well in his cause. - If not always very sensibly.
He's a lovely chap, though. Kind and considerate.
He wants Daisy to live there. Understandable. He must be lonely.
He's not lonely. He's lived on his own for years. He's used to it.
He enjoyed a bit of company today.
He was just being polite. I expect he was longing for us to go.
You mustn't mind when Mr Mason makes new friends, Daisy,
now that he's here among us.
Of course I don't mind. I just think he's fine as he is.
- I'm ready to walk to the cottage. - Of course.
Oh, Mrs Patmore, I haven't thanked you for our supper.
- Always happy to help. - I'm very grateful.
I wonder if you might go through the cooking of it with Mrs Hughes.
- Oh, yes? - It's been a while
since she's played with her pans, and she's got some catching up to do.
You'd be glad of the help, wouldn't you?
Very glad and very grateful.
And now I must fetch my coat.
I'm sorry, Miss Denker. I simply don't see I have a role to play.
So you're just going to sit there and let me be dismissed?
How did it happen? Were you drunk?
No, I was not drunk. I was shocked.
Shocked at the short memory of a doctor who's failed his patroness.
I doubt he sees it in that light.
Well, that's the way I saw it and I acted accordingly.
Am I to blame if I have a very passionate nature?
Any more of that talk and I won't be able to sleep.
You won't sleep a wink if I am still sacked when we go upstairs.
It's a risk I'll have to take.
I'm dreading this dinner on Friday.
So are we all, but we have to get through it.
I'm afraid Mama seems to see this argument as the last battle,
the last big fight of her life.
If she loses, there'll be hell to pay.
Then there'll be hell to pay.
Added to which, I'm feeling pretty rough.
I'm sure it's only indigestion,
but whether it is or not, I'll be glad to put my feet up.
It's too late to cancel, but I'd manage without you if you're ill.
Mama would only say I'd ratted on her.
No. As you say, I'll get through it, and then lake things quietly for a few days.
- How did that happen? - I threw a book and it caught it.
Oh, yes. The red one.
Why did you throw it?
Why did you throw the book, Andy?
- You can't read, can you? - No, I can't bloody read.
- Go on, have a good laugh about it. - I'm not laughing.
You've been good at hiding it. I must say that.
- Flicking through your magazines. - I only look at the pictures.
Why did you not learn at school?
I fooled around until it was too late.
I learned how to sign my name, which was all I needed in service.
But now you want to be a farmer.
Yeah, I could be a farm labourer, but I want more than that.
And if I can't read, then it won't be possible.
So another dream goes west.
It doesn't have to.
I'll teach you to read.
And write too, if you want.
I must be too stupid. I've never picked it up so far,
- and I would have if I had half a brain. - That's not true. You're a clever lad.
You will get the hang of it. Trust me.
- What would the others say? - We won't tell them.
We'll talk about it in the morning, all right?
Mr Barrow.
I've not behaved well towards you.
And I'm sorry for it.
I've known worse.
Good night, Andy.
Oh, you're up early.
I suppose you have quite a day ahead.
- Are you packed? - No, I have not packed.
You shouldn't leave it too long. Take up her breakfast and dress her,
to be sure of your reference, and then, uh, head off.
- Is that all you've got to say? - Don't look at me. It's not my fault.
And there's nothing I can do.
- Did they catch your nephew? - What?
Your nephew. The one who was on the run from the police.
The one you sheltered here. Did they catch him?
I don't believe so. No.
I wonder if that was because he was allowed to rest here.
I think maybe it was.
Septimus Spratt, if I am sacked, I am taking you down with me.
And my sin is not a criminal offence.
What can I do? I can't talk to her before she's dressed.
Oh, well, while you're waiting, you can think of what you'll say.
Unless you want to find yourself sewing mail bags.
I'm not promising anything. Suppose she doesn't listen to me?
You'd better hope she does, Mr Spratt.
Heh-heh. You'd better hope she does.
She likes him, but I don't believe she's serious.
Why not?
Lady Mary has a sense of her own importance,
and I doubt he's enough for her.
Besides, what would he do here?
Hang about testing his cars on the drive?
- He could always get a job. - Doing what?
I'm not convinced there's a big demand for racing drivers in Thirsk. Heh.
So Lady Mary does not believe that love conquers all?
We mustn't be hard on her. She is what she is.
But I'd say she'll want someone who brings just as much to the table.
- Maybe I'm wrong. - I hope so. I'd like her to be happy.
I'm happy, and I want everyone to be happy.
- Are you really happy? - I'm happier than I have ever been.
Happy, impatient, excited.
Don't say too much. It frightens me. We've still got months.
- Nothing will go wrong. - Bad harvest, bad harvest.
What does that mean?
In the old days, when the crop was good,
the farmers used to shout "bad harvest,"
so the gods wouldn't grow jealous of their luck and destroy them.
Bad harvest!
- That ought to do it. - Let's hope so.
We'd better hurry or we'll be late for breakfast.
- Well? - She wants you, in the drawing room.
What did she say? What did you say?
I told her your crime was an excess of loyalty.
That your devotion to her had made you blind.
It was the smugness of the doctor that got my goat.
That I did not say.
No, no. The point is, did it work?
I reminded her how hard it is
- to find properly trained staff now. - And did it work?
I asked her how long it had taken to break you in.
We'll have less of that talk. I just want to know, did it work?
She's gonna give you one more chance.
Hallelujah.
But mind you, act surprised when she tells you.
I will rival St Paul in my astonishment.
Right. Well, you'd better get upstairs.
Oh, and, Miss Denker, I don't want to hear another mention
of my unfortunate nephew. Hm?
Oh, well, that rather depends.
- On what? - On whether or not
I need to mention him again.
- He has not arrived, then? - Not yet.
But what we want to know
is by what power you made him come here.
- Well, the power of personality. - I'm not sure it would've worked for me.
Works for me. Are you quite well?
I will be all right as long as no one asks me how I am.
You heard your note nearly proved fatal to poor Denker.
Well, I only intended that she be ticked off, not beheaded.
I gather ii was Spratt who saved her, which is a surprise in a number of ways.
Mama, what are you doing?
Carson, Carson, can you change these place cards in the dining room?
- I'm not sure her ladyship... - Robert?
- Just do it. - Yeah. Very well, my lord.
You'll be in a very junior seat.
- I've found my editor. - And had fun, I hope.
I went dancing at the Café de Paris, which felt young and gay.
We saw Henry Talbot try out a racing car.
So now we're all members of the Bright Young Things.
I don't know about bright.
Right Honourable Neville Chamberlain, Minister for Health.
Lord Grantham.
- Lady Grantham. - Minister.
How kind of you to find time for us in your busy schedule.
We're very grateful.
I wouldn't have the courage to refuse your mother-in-law.
There you are.
How is dear Anne?
She sends her greetings.
Oh, how grown-up you all are.
You know, I remember so well,
when you and she were young and carefree,
looking for fun wherever you could find it.
I know you do.
Yes, well, I always say, let the past stay in the past.
I always say that too.
Have you met my cousin, Mrs Crawley?
No. It's a great honour.
I gather you're here to discuss the new plans for managing our health?
Well, I know I'm hereto discuss a topic Lady Grantham's interested in.
Excuse me. Would you care for one of these?
Thank you.
I thought you needed rescuing. Our own scrapes are bad enough
without being dragged into other people's.
How well you understand me.
- You're in for some rigorous debate. - I wish I weren't.
Shall we go in?
We don't wanna wear the minister out
before he's even had a chance to sit down.
Excuse me.
She can't protect him in the dining room.
You'll stop at nothing to get your own way. Isn't that the truth?
Indeed.
It is a quality I share with Marlborough, Wellington,
- and my late mother. - Oh.
I was trained in a hard school.
And I fight accordingly.
No. He's a coming man.
I've read he maybe Prime Minister one day.
- He's no friend of the Unions. - He is to be congratulated.
Is the consommé ready, Mrs Patmore?
We should get out of your way.
You never said how the trial went.
I didn't have to testify.
He looked at the list of witnesses and changed his plea.
You must have a sense of unfinished business.
That's clever of you.
I won't ask what it was, but I hope you can leave it behind.
I'm not sure, but thank you.
Mr Molesley says the dowager's got the bit between her teeth.
Then I don't give much for Mr Chamberlain's chances.
Na: me.
But surely if ifs important to the area, he'll want to listen.
He'll just want to get out alive.
The system has worked well here for a hundred years.
Why must we destroy everything in our paths
simply for the sake of change?
I'm not sure that's a true representation of the case.
Exactly. There are many benefits to be had from the plan.
- But benefits for whom? - Goodness!
I thought I was here to be lectured by a united group,
not to witness a battle royal.
- Oh. Don't you enjoy a good fight? - I'm not sure I do.
My mother-in-law has a certain myopia
when it comes to anyone else's point-of-view.
On the contrary. I have a clarity of vision
that allows me to resist a housemaid's trap of sentimentality.
Your enthusiasm is getting the better of your manners.
- Can't we stop this beastly row? - How I wish we could.
Because I... I'm... Ahem. I'm so sorry.
- Thomas, on his left side. - Give me the napkins!
- I'll call the ambulance. - Keep him warm.
- Take my coat. - What is it?
- His ulcer has burst. - What?
Will he be all right?
We must get him to the hospital.
I'm here, darling. Don't worry.
If this is it, just know I have loved you very, very much.
This isn't it, darling. We won't let this be it.
- Some water? - No! No water.
Just keep him steady until the ambulance arrives.
- Is he very bad? - I've rung for the ambulance.
It will be here at any moment. Miss Baxter, Anna,
fetch their ladyships' coats. Don't forget Lady Edith.
- What about me, Mr Carson? - You might put together
some things that could be useful. Hurry. There's no time to lose.
I can't believe it.
Life is short. Death is sure.
That is all we know.
There is a man who's been shaken to the roots of his soul.
Everything he based his life on has proved mortal after all.
We've no time for philosophy, Mrs Patmore.
- What can we do to help? - Let's send up some coffee.
Lady Grantham, I'm not sure how much use I can be here.
- Of course you should go. - I will consider the new plan.
Don't. That is, let it stand.
I believe the change will work well for both establishments.
Very well. Lady Grantham.
- Give my love to dear Annie. - I will.
The ambulance is here.
Don't reprimand me, Mama.
I think the new system will be better, and I haven't got time to be diplomatic.
You'd think I have enough things to worry about.
It's better we should be honest. There've been too many secrets.
Let's have no more of them.
If you mean Marigold, that's settled.
And you know I am sorry. Now, let us concentrate on Robert.
They're ready. They want to take him now.
Girls, Mary, Edith, we must go.
Edith, dear, telephone with any news.
- No matter how late. - I will.
I'll take you home in my car.
- And Lady Grantham. - In a moment.
You're quite pale. We'll go together.
You've had a shock.
I think I've had a few shocks this evening.
- They're bringing your car around. - I'll let the ambulance get away.
There's a dinner that delivered more than you bargained for.
Are you gonna follow them?
I don't wanna crowd him, but they'll ring when they have news.
- Can you let my office know? - Of course.
If you'll do me a favour and answer one question.
Why did you come here tonight?
Your grandmother-in-law can be very persuasive.
I'd love to know how she did it.
My wife has a brother, called Horace de Here Cole.
- You may have heard of him. - The prankster?
Didn't he board a warship,
pretending to be the leader of a Turkish delegation?
Abyssinian, but yes.
He was always doing that sort of thing.
Some years ago, he and a few friends
dug a trench across Piccadilly,
and London was thrown into total chaos.
- But... - I was one of the chaps responsible.
We dressed as workmen and no one stopped us.
And by the time we'd finished, every road was jammed
from the East End to Belgrave Square.
And old Lady Grantham threatened to give you away?
That was long ago now.
But the papers would be sure to make it look as bad as possible.
And a dinner seemed a price worth paying to avert it.
Now, there's my car.
So I'd better be off.
Thank you, my lady.
That was Lady Mary.
His lordship's had his operation, and now he's resting.
Her ladyship is staying overnight,
but Lady Mary and Lady Edith will come home.
- What was the operation? - They performed a gastrectomy.
What's that?
No business of ours.
Will he be all right?
It sounds as if he has a good chance.
Oh, thank God.
I'll find out if there's anything he needs in the morning.
I'll walk down there now with some things for her ladyship.
I'll come with you.
I'm quite relieved.
Of course you are.
I didn't think I'd mind, to be honest.
Hm. Must be getting soft in my old age.
Don't let the other animals find out, or they'll pounce.
Leave him alone. Now, we should go.
We can take it in turns tomorrow, so Mama can have some rest.
Very well. I'll go first.
Stark can take me there and bring Mama back.
What a terrifying reminder.
In one second, your whole life can change.
Yes. It only takes a moment for everything to feel quite different.
- I'm going to check on the children. - Of course you are.
Good night.
How is he?
He'll be all right, but it's knocked the stuffing out of him.
We'll have to make sure the load is lightened when he comes home.
To be more precise, Tom,
from now on, you and I need to take full responsibility for the estate.
We'll involve him in the big decisions,
but he mustn't have any more worry.
That's why he got the ulcer in the first place.
So long live our own Queen Mary.
Good night.
Mr Carson told us his lordship is going to recover.
- They seem to think so. - Everyone was very happy to hear it.
Can I fetch you anything?
I just want to go to bed.
- You must be absolutely exhausted. - Mm.
Anna, can I ask you something?
Is there any talk in the servants' hall about Miss Marigold?
What son of talk, milady?
Well, everyone thinks shes a lucky little girl,
being taken in by the family.
But they would think that.
That's all you want to say?
Why? What else should I say?
Never mind.
I'm too tired to talk anymore tonight.